the surprise in my eyes

the surprise in my eyes
found while walking in the piney
essence of an arboretum
more wild than most-

trees, not planted in straight rows-
but in curved shapes
noticed while flying overhead:

those hawks, eagles, and gulls
have broken the code,
clearly see;separating hard truths
from flat fiction, while winging

how even then-- I'd be found
singing of geese and deer
my loved ones near-- for just
another toast-celebrating

both the rear end , and the beginning
of the year-punctuated in new sheets,
comforter, journal book,
pocket book, under ware

the newness, no different
than upon the snow-
the winter sun's
gargantuan golden glare!

~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '18